I’ve been away for a couple of weeks with the kids, visiting my mom in Oklahoma while new floors were installed and repairs were made to our house.
Out in the country, the Wi-Fi was slow, and went out for a while because my iPhone quickly drained the daily broadband limit my mom wasn’t aware they had. I was surprised by how anxious I got with no internet connection for eight hours, and I’m almost convinced to try a technology detox for a few weeks, just to see if I can.
It was a great visit, and we returned home Saturday with no car puking, celebrated Father’s Day as a family, and I’m sitting here this morning trying to write.
However, the environment is not conducive to writing. Or anything else really.
I’m a person who takes great comfort in my home. It’s not that I’m obsessive about cleaning it, or having everything in its place at all times, but I like to know where things are. I like to be able to get to what I need and be surrounded by the things that are important to me.
The contractor still has some work to do on it today, so I can’t really put anything back where it is supposed to go yet either.
Most of my house looks like this.
My daughter woke up last night sick, coughing and crying, and the chair I normally rock her in was out in the garage. Until my husband moved it back inside at 3 am, I couldn’t comfort her the way I’m used to comforting her. With snuggles, hugs, and holding her close until she feels better.
It’s like someone turned my insides out, and said, here, walk around like this for a month or two. Be very careful not to puncture anything important. Oh and hey, people are coming over to visit–put on your best intestine cover up, try to stay out of the way and act normal.
So, I’m stressed, out of sorts, and generally not in a great mood. It will be a little longer until I’m back to blogging consistently, but it’s summer time so I’m not that worried about it.
On the bright side, the house looks pretty great underneath this layer of dust, and I think we will be able to sell it easily when we finally get it ready to show. Also, while I was away, I hit 1,000 followers.
At least a third of them are probably spam bots, but it still feels pretty good to hit that milestone. Forgive the not-so-humble brag.
If I missed any posts that you’re particularly proud of, let me know, and I’ll go read them now that I’m home.
Missed you all!